[AW] reckless.

Footfalls. Silent and calculated but with a lazy ease to them as the woman slithers across the earth. Moisture clings to her paws with an unrelenting hold as spring has washed over the landscape. Cerulean optics cast about uninterested as the demoness moves amongst the vegetation and boulders, living sculptures captured within steep stone walls. Before her the canyon splits the passage wide, as if the lands themselves were making way for the female. The space before her yawns in encouragement while the walls rise high in warning. Slate and ebon frame match well with the rock as she reaches deeper, looking almost at home amongst their cold surface.

A low thunder whispers to her and audits flicker lightly atop ebon masked crania. Water. Her mind whispers an answer as nostrils twitch hungrily. Mouth waters as the woman's speed picks up just the slightest. How long had the warrioress been traveling? Quill didn't know, nor did she care. Since leaving her pack she had enjoyed the time alone, the time with no rules or cautions. The time with no consequences. Maw splits just the slightest with the hint of a cold grin as the gears of her mind turn in memory. 

Two young wolves face each other, chests heaving as the pack around them jeers and howls. Blood spatters their coats and a mix of fear and hatred shine in their eyes. One of them would would achieve their place among the pack, and the other would rest in the ground with the rotting corpses of those that had failed before them. They circle each other, taking in this greedy moment to catch their breath. "Quill, we don't have to fight. What would they do if we just refused?" The boy speaks, breathless and tired. Pleading with his sister to rally with him. To make the change. His paw steps cease as he looks to her, waiting for her to do the same. To join him. They had trained for so long and talked of their futures in the pack. As he looks to her though his features darken. He doesn't recognize the girl across from him. Her eyes blaze back with a hunger, lost from them the innocence of his littermate. "Who says I want to refuse?" Words slip from her lips, a haunting coolness to them. Quill's eyes look beyond her brother to the man behind him. Their father watches her with a greed she won't yet recognize. One she mistakes for pride. With a short nod of his head she lunges, ivors meeting their target into the throat of her kin.

Mind pulls back to the present as she reaches the small waterfall, one that had been brought in with the presence of spring. Drawing to the edge, neck leans forward eyes casting down to a reflection she doesn't truly recognize. The face of the girl is gone, replaced by a warrior-built woman. Gone is the roundness of youth from her face, giving way to angled femininity and a steeled expression. Maw dips greedily into the pool, breaking the surface in several shattered ripples and sending the image of the woman with it.